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not able to lift herself very far because her arms and legs were still just as rooted in place, as was her head.
That was when I remembered what I had been doing before I stole her lips. I lifted my head as I remembered the demon skin filled with water which I still held in my hand. I shook it above her head, allowing the numerous drops to bleed down atop her as I washed away the remainder of the mud from her glorious hair. She opened her mouth and tried to inhale but stammered as I realized she needed me to breathe for her. I claimed her lips again as she opened her mouth and I exhaled into her, filling her lungs as her rib cage expanded. She broke the circle of our lips to exhale but then brought her mouth back to mine as I breathed into her again. I could feel her body shaking, and I ran my fingers through her hair, working them to the back of her head so I could pull her away from the greedy earth. It worked. I was able to separate her head from the ground. Now on to the rest of her …
I placed her head back on the ground and glanced down her body, trying to ascertain which limb I should attempt to free next.
“Thank you,” I heard her voice travel through my mind. I glanced up at her in surprise and found her watching me. She still did not appear as if she could speak, but a small smile decorated her mouth.
“Aye,” I answered. “Ye are welcome.” Then I continued to study her as she stared up at me with those lovely eyes. Eyes that seemed to see right through me. “Why dae Ah git the feelin’ Ah know ye, lass?”
“You have always known me,” she answered through my thoughts. “We are one and the same, Tallis. I am you and you are me.”
Even though her words did not make sense to me, I did not argue them for I felt their truth inside every inch of me. Instead, I focused on continuing to release her body from the stranglehold of the earth. I poured a large amount of the loch water on her torso and, using my free hand, cleaned the mud away from her skin. When I touched her breasts, her nipples immediately hardened under my fingertips. Of course, being that I was a man, I immediately felt the blood rushing to my cock. Suddenly ashamed with myself, I pulled my fingers away from her.
“No,” her voice sounded in my head. “It is your touch which restores me.”
I did not comment but brought my fingers back to her breasts as I palpated them to remove the sticky mud. I continued down the line of her body, running my hands down her stomach and lower still, rubbing away the mud as I did so. When I reached the junction of her thighs, I glanced back up at her because I was unsure as to what I should do next. Of course, I was well aware what I wanted to do, but I feared this was not the sort of touch she was looking for.
When I met her eyes, she simply nodded. It was such a small nod as to be nearly imperceptible, but it was a nod all the same. With that encouragement, I returned my greedy gaze to her thighs and the delicate skin that existed between them. I ran my fingers over the mound of her femininity and marveled over the way her breath caught as she watched me. Emptying the remainder of the water over her thighs, I massaged away the mud until nothing but the whiteness of her skin greeted me. I was surprised to find she was completely hairless in the valley between her thighs. The realization made me want to taste her, explore her with my tongue. The need was suddenly stifling, overwhelming.
I caressed her even lower, until I could feel her erect nub. I immediately paused there and began rubbing her in a circular motion, teasing her. Her eyes narrowed as she attempted to arch up, but she was not able to get very far, owing to the hold of the earth. I started to pull my hand away, thinking I should be focused on freeing her arms and legs rather than causing her opening to grow increasingly wet.
“No, please do not stop,” her voice pleaded with me. “It is your touch I need. Just your touch.”
I
That was when I remembered what I had been doing before I stole her lips. I lifted my head as I remembered the demon skin filled with water which I still held in my hand. I shook it above her head, allowing the numerous drops to bleed down atop her as I washed away the remainder of the mud from her glorious hair. She opened her mouth and tried to inhale but stammered as I realized she needed me to breathe for her. I claimed her lips again as she opened her mouth and I exhaled into her, filling her lungs as her rib cage expanded. She broke the circle of our lips to exhale but then brought her mouth back to mine as I breathed into her again. I could feel her body shaking, and I ran my fingers through her hair, working them to the back of her head so I could pull her away from the greedy earth. It worked. I was able to separate her head from the ground. Now on to the rest of her …
I placed her head back on the ground and glanced down her body, trying to ascertain which limb I should attempt to free next.
“Thank you,” I heard her voice travel through my mind. I glanced up at her in surprise and found her watching me. She still did not appear as if she could speak, but a small smile decorated her mouth.
“Aye,” I answered. “Ye are welcome.” Then I continued to study her as she stared up at me with those lovely eyes. Eyes that seemed to see right through me. “Why dae Ah git the feelin’ Ah know ye, lass?”
“You have always known me,” she answered through my thoughts. “We are one and the same, Tallis. I am you and you are me.”
Even though her words did not make sense to me, I did not argue them for I felt their truth inside every inch of me. Instead, I focused on continuing to release her body from the stranglehold of the earth. I poured a large amount of the loch water on her torso and, using my free hand, cleaned the mud away from her skin. When I touched her breasts, her nipples immediately hardened under my fingertips. Of course, being that I was a man, I immediately felt the blood rushing to my cock. Suddenly ashamed with myself, I pulled my fingers away from her.
“No,” her voice sounded in my head. “It is your touch which restores me.”
I did not comment but brought my fingers back to her breasts as I palpated them to remove the sticky mud. I continued down the line of her body, running my hands down her stomach and lower still, rubbing away the mud as I did so. When I reached the junction of her thighs, I glanced back up at her because I was unsure as to what I should do next. Of course, I was well aware what I wanted to do, but I feared this was not the sort of touch she was looking for.
When I met her eyes, she simply nodded. It was such a small nod as to be nearly imperceptible, but it was a nod all the same. With that encouragement, I returned my greedy gaze to her thighs and the delicate skin that existed between them. I ran my fingers over the mound of her femininity and marveled over the way her breath caught as she watched me. Emptying the remainder of the water over her thighs, I massaged away the mud until nothing but the whiteness of her skin greeted me. I was surprised to find she was completely hairless in the valley between her thighs. The realization made me want to taste her, explore her with my tongue. The need was suddenly stifling, overwhelming.
I caressed her even lower, until I could feel her erect nub. I immediately paused there and began rubbing her in a circular motion, teasing her. Her eyes narrowed as she attempted to arch up, but she was not able to get very far, owing to the hold of the earth. I started to pull my hand away, thinking I should be focused on freeing her arms and legs rather than causing her opening to grow increasingly wet.
“No, please do not stop,” her voice pleaded with me. “It is your touch I need. Just your touch.”
I
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